Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view:

Natasha stood outside the porch deep in thought while she stroked her belly absent-mindedly. This was the second day after she was hidden in this location and yet she doesn't know their plans for her.

Truthfully, Natasha was scared, she didn't know the plans Mrs. D had for her and her unborn child and it bothered her so much. She wanted this child to live and perhaps she could come up with a way to escape these people. She and this child would then go somewhere far away and live - without his father.

Natasha didn't care if Pedro wanted the child or not. The only reason she was bothering him this far was that she was following orders and had no choice. She could understand why Pedro hated her though, after all, she came between him and Isabella. In her next life, she would pay for all her sins. But now, she wanted to survive too.

She looked around the house, it was a simple bungalow that had all the necessities she needed. There were about five men who took turns patrolling the entrance and that was the main reason she hadn't been able to escape so far.

Natasha had no idea where she was because they cut her off from communicating withneighborsbours and the only neighbors she had lived five yards away. The other houses on their left and right were empty as if her abductors had intentionally bought them off. Else she would have found a way to contact help. 

"I believe you had enough rest," a voice said from behind her.

"Gosh!" Natasha was startled out of her mind. Her hand went to her chest and she turned to meet who had interrupted her only to see it was Mrs. D.

Her heart skipped a beat, she must be dreaming, right? But then, Natasha wasn't dreaming, Mrs. D was standing right in front of her, the woman who thinks she controls her life. Natasha thought of many ways she could deal with this woman for all the things she had done to her. But she knew she couldn't - Natasha couldn't lay a word on this woman without her people hurting her or worse, hurt her sister.

She stared at Mrs. D, the woman was quite voluptuous, although she had pretty amazing curves. She wore a mask as expected to hide her identity, her dark blonde hair stumbled down her back while her voice was distorted as usual.

Natasha just stood still, her foot was rooted to the ground while no words came out of her mind. She suddenly had a thought, what if she fought this woman here and now, she was confident of winning - she was not intimidated by her size.

But then what was the point? Even if she murdered her, that would even ruin her chances of leaving here alive. Would she throw away her life for a petty vengeance she wasn't even sure of winning?

"How long are you going to keep me here?" Natasha finally mustered the courage to speak.

"Are you bored already?" she asked back.

"Does it look like I'm comfortable here?" She hissed at her.

"Trust me, this is the safest place you can be at the moment. You should be thanking me?"

"Thanking you?" Natasha laughed sarcastically, however, her smile vanished immediately as she glared at the woman, "You forget the fact that you pulled me out of my perfectly good life and made me go all through this?!"

"You were chosen for a purpose," Mrs. D claimed.

"And you are crazy for saying that!" she retorted.

There was a flicker of emotion across the woman's gaze and it made Natasha take a step back. Her gaze was dark and scary and she thought the woman would hit her or something.

"Careful there, Natasha, you'd come to know that I don't take it lightly being yelled at and insulted," she spoke through gritted teeth, "It pisses me off, and trust me, you don't want to know what an angry me looks like,"

The woman took a step closer which made Natasha take another step back, "I can be very volatile. So unless you want to get burned physically, try insulting me again," she threatened her.

Natasha swallowed a lump down her throat, she had a feeling this crazy woman meant what she said.

"And like I said before, I make the decision here and your duty is to follow them unless you want something bad to happen to your sister," she reminded her and went on,"So I'm here to tell you that you'd be returning to your place on Saturday evening,"

Natasha frowned, Mrs. D came over here all by herself just to inform her that she would be retiring to her place? No, it was ridiculous and suspicious. Moreover, why does it have to be Saturday? She had known this woman for a while now, she was up to no good. Something was not right here.

"You said Pedro is after me, why would you want me to go back to my apartment where he could easily find me and forcefully abort the baby you want so much?" Natasha found her plan suspicious. 

"You were never going to be in hiding forever. Moreover, Pedro wouldn't be around to get you till everything is settled and then, you can flaunt your pregnancy proudly," the woman said, confidently. 

Natasha thought over what she said and could feel it, something bad would go down on Saturday. 

"What's going on Saturday?" She asked. 

"You don't need to know that since you'd find out eventually," The woman said, flicking off invincible dust off her fingernails. 

Natasha was uncomfortable with the change in plans and it disturbed her greatly. 

"Why do you hate Pedro so much?" She asked boldly even though she knew how much the woman hated her asking questions. 

Mrs. D, who wanted to leave at that moment, stopped and answered, 

"Why do I hate Pedro so much? Well, honey, you're wrong. Pedro is nothing but a prawn for my plans. If anything, your question should be, 'who do I hate so much?', " she said, a devious smirk at the corner of her mouth. 

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